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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Motorama,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Nico,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.