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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.