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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.