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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.