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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.