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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.