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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Josef K,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
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.