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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.