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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.