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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.