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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.