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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.