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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Cure,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.