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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.