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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
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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.