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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Brick,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.