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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.