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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.