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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.