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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.