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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.