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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Unwound,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.