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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.