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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.