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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.