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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.