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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.