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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.