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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.