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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 June of 44 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.