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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.