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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
ABC,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.