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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.