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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Technova,
Inner City,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.