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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.