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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.