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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.