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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.