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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.