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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.