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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.