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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.