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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.