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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.