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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.