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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.