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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.