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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.