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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.