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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Organ,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.