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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.