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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.