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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.