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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.