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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.