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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.