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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.