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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.