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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
the Germs,
AZ,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.