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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.