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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Pole,
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.