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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
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.