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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Monks,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.