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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.