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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.