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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.