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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.