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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Franke,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.