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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.