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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.