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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Television,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.