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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.