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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.