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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.