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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ten City,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.