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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.