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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.