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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
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.