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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.