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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.