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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.