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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.