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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
World's Most,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.