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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.