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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.