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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.