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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Scion,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Magma,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.