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 Finland and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Scion,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.