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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.