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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.