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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.