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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.