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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.