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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.