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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.