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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.