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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.