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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.