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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.