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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.