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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.