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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.