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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.