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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.