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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.