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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Ossler,
MDC,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.