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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.