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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Litter,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.