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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.