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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.