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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.