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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
MDC,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.