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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.