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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.