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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.