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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.