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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.