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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Visage,
Model 500,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.