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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.