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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.