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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.