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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.