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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.