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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.