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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.