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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.