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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.