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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.