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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.