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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.