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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.