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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Names,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.