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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.