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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.