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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.