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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.