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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.