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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.