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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.