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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.