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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.