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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
June Days,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.