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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Q65,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.