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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Television,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.