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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.