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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.