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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.