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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.