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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Nico,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.