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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
ABC,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.