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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.