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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.