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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.