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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.