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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Scion,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.