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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.