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 Kenya and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
DNA,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.