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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.