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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.