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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.