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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.