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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
UT,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.