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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.