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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.