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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.