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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.