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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.