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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.