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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.