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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
AZ,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.