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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.