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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.