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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
JFA,
Josef K,
Faust,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.