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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.