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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Albert Ayler 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.