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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Trumans Water 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.