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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.