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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.