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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.