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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Technova,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.