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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Neu! to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.