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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.