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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.