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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.