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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.