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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 rap 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 clarinet and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.