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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.