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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.