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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.