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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.