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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Scion,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.