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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.