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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.