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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.