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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.