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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.