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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.