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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.