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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.