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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.