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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.