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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.