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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.