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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.