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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.