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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.