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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
MDC,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.