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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Scion,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.