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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.