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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.