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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.