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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.