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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Technova,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.