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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.