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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Martian to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.