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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.