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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.