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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.