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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.