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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Evens,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.