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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.