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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.