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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.