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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.