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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.