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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.