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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.