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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.