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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.