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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.