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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.