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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.