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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.