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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.