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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.