Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.