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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.