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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.