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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.