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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.