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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.