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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.