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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.