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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
UT,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.