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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.