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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.