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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.