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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Neu!,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
a-ha,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.