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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.