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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.