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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
MDC,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.