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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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?
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.