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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.