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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.