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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Andrew Hill 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.