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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.