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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Japan,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.