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 India and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.