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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.