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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.