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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.