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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.