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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.