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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy 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 techno 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 snare and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.