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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.