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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.