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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.