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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Faust,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.