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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.