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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.