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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.