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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
X-102,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.