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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.