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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.