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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.