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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Slave,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Wings,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.