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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.