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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.