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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.