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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.