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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.