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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.