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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.