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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.