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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.