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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Interpol to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
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.