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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Names,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.