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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.