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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.