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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.