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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.