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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
The Martian,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.