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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.