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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.