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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.