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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.