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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.