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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.