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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.