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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.