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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Make Up,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.