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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.