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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.