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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.