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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.