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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.