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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.