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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Absolute Body Control 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.