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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.