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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.