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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.