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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.