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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.