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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.