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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Sound,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.