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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.