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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.