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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.