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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.