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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Brick,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.