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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.