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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.