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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.