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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.