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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.