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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.