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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.