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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.