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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.