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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.