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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Nico,
T. Rex,
UT,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.