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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.