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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.