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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.