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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Nico,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.