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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.