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 Australia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.