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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.