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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Can,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.