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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.