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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.