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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.