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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.