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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.