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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.