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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.