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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.