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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.