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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.