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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Skaos,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.