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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.