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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.