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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Visage,
DNA,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.