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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.