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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kayak to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.