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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.