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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.