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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
cv313,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.