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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.