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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
EPMD,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.