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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.