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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Pagans,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.