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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.