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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.