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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.