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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.