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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.