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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.