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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.