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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.