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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.