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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.