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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.