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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.