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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Smog,
10cc,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.