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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.