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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.