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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Rekid,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.