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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.