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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.