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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.