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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Human League,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Magma,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.