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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.