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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.