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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.