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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.