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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Magazine,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.