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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 marimba and an oboe 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?
Organ,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.