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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Kayak to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Smog,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.