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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.