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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABC to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.