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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.