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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.