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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.