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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Pole,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.