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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.