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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.