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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.