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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.