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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.