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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.