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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.