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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
X-101,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.