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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.