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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.