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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.