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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.