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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.