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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.