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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Inner City,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Nico,
Can,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.