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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.