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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.