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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Magazine,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.