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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.