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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.