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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.