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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.