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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.