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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.