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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.