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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.