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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.