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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.