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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.