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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.