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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.