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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.