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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.