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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.