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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Hoover,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.