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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.