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 Chile and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Index,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.