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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Scientists,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.