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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.