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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
a-ha,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Q65,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.