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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.