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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.