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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.