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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.