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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.