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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.