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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.