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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.