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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.