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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.