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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.