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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Brick,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.