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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.