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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.