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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.