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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.