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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.