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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.