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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
AZ,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.