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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.