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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.