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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.