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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.