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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.