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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.