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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.