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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
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.