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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.