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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.