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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.