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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.