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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.