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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.