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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.