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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
MC5,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.