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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.