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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.