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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.