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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.