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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.