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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
MC5,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.