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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.