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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.