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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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?
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.