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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.