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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.