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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.