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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.