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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Scion,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.