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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Technova,
Can,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Names,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.