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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 10cc to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.