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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.