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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.