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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
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.