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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.