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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.