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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
DNA,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Busters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.