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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.