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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.