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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Television,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.