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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.