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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.