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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.