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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.