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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.