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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.