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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.