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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.