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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Inner City,
DNA,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.