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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.