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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.