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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.