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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.