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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.