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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.