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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.