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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
New Order,
cv313,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
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.